Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1614 keen intuition
... 10 minutes passed in a flash, especially when you were concentrating on negotiating.

When Abby let out a soft "ah", Wu Yiliu felt as if she had just activated the [Priest Roman Collar] not long ago—"The time is up," she turned her head to look at him, her expression was mixed with worry and expectation.

He let out a breath, straightened his upper body, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"How is it?" Wu Yiliu tilted his head, looked at the two on the sofa and smiled lightly.

If his experience had taught him anything, it had undoubtedly served him well: how a man looks is sometimes more important than who he really is.

Whenever Wu Yiliu showed that he was in full control of the audience, he found that other people would gradually give him control over the situation—for example, now.

"I...we know," Cuining said with some hesitation, "If it's really what you said... then for us, we really have no need to object."

"We asked you to implement this method, which means we agree to board the ship, right? You won't do anything to us again, right?" Pence confirmed again, as if he was not too sure.

Wu Yiliu nodded and said, "Of course."

If these four players were to come up with a plan of action, not only would he not feel at ease, but to be honest, he didn't think they could come up with any good solutions that would be enough to change his mind.

The reason why he asked the players to think of a way is to achieve the current effect: when the other party is discussing, hesitating, racking their brains, and looking forward and backward, Wu Yiliu can penetrate his thoughts little by little.

From time to time, he would drop a few hints and guide the direction of the conversation—in the end, when they finalized the action plan, none of the players seemed to realize that every step in this plan was actually Wu Yiliu's intention.

"Then it's settled," Wu Yiliu clapped his hands, and smiled as if relieved: "It's not easy, but we are finally on the same front, and I'm very happy."

He looked at Abby—she, like him, had her legs still strapped to the chair legs.Her hands rest peacefully on her knees, paper and pencil under her palms; neither he nor Abby unknowingly untie the rope during the conversation, suggesting no one ever tried to brainwash them .

"If you can hold back no whispers, you are still sincere."

While speaking, Wu Yiliu bent down and untied the rope knot on his leg—"untying the rope" changed from a warning signal to a necessary step in his plan, which made him have a self-deprecating thought : It would be ridiculous if even the plan he thought was proposed by himself was actually whispered to him by the player.

Of course, he also knew that was impossible.

"How can we have a chance to whisper to you?" Pence snorted, almost unable to hold back his resentment: "You have blocked everything."

It's understandable that he would be so unhappy.

Wu Yiliu stood up, stomped his feet, let the blood flow through the numb blood vessels again, like walking, slowly walked to the front of the sofa, and looked down at them for a few seconds.

As hopeless people, they lived too much.The chests of the two bodies were still rising and falling, and the eyelashes blinked from time to time; because the necks were strangled, there were veins floating on the blood-red foreheads, and the sound of heavy breathing was clearly audible.

When Wu Yiliu looked down at the two bodies, he couldn't help recalling the comment of Mellon many years ago, "There is no human taste".

...perhaps she was right.

"Wait, wait," Burns suddenly called out, "you said you still have a few months left?"

"Three months." Wu Yiliu looked at him, tilted his head and said.It was Burns who opened his mouth, but not the one who spoke; he still looked at Burns and answered, as a last respect for him.

"That woman still has four months to teleport," Burns said faster, "and you still have three months. The remaining time for us players is about five to seven months...how can I Do you know that you are not lying? What if you all teleport away first?"

If the broiler is sent away first, and there is no target to attack, the dungeon will start to liquidate the success or failure of this mission; therefore, this has become the most worrying part of several players, and I have repeatedly confirmed with him several times.

"...Similarly, I'm not sure. Your teleportation time is indeed between five and seven months. If you teleport one person away immediately, we will be three against three at that time, and we will suffer as broilers Yes." Wu Yiliu shrugged his shoulders and said, "However, you can ask Christo and the person who brainwashed Abby to verify. Before the matter evolved to this point, I told them that when the evolutionary is infected and deformed, They will lose the ability to evolve, and people will not be able to teleport. As long as Cui Ning is infected, she will remain in the copy; as long as she is there, and you don’t come to brainwash her, the copy will not end.”

Burns opened his mouth and fell silent, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling.

"If there is no problem, then I will start." Wu Yiliu sighed, and stretched out his hand to untie the blanket around the necks of the two.

He helped Cuining up and let her sit against the back of the sofa. Then he wrapped his arms, tore off Pence's jumper, put it on for Cuining, and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.In this way, all four brainwashing items were concentrated on her alone.

Without Cuining's support, Burns had already slid down the sofa softly, tilting his head on the cushion, revealing a section of his neck—a huge Adam's apple protruding high, and a layer of new skin under his chin. Growing stubble.

Wu Yiliu bent down, and his fingers lightly landed on his Adam's apple.

With a slight effort, there was only a "click", and Burns' defenseless throat was broken under his fingertips like a dead branch.There were two "cuckoo" sounds in Burns' throat, and his body struggled and twitched a few times involuntarily. As Wu Yiliu's fingers pressed deeper and deeper, a thread of blood finally spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he took a last long breath, never again. Moved.

Wu Yiliu straightened her waist, subconsciously twisted her fingers.

Pence was already hopeless, and if he died, it would still be effective.

He said that broilers generally do not kill each other, but that is in general.

"Completely dead." He checked Pence's vital signs, and said, "Although everyone should be aware of the situation, let me repeat the main point. Now in this driver instance, there are four players, three broilers .”

No one in the house made a sound—except for the conversation of the characters on the TV behind him, the camp was as quiet as if he was alone.

"That is to say, if you don't carry out the teleportation plan, and if you have other ideas in the middle and want to attack us... then when the copy ends, one of you will definitely lose."

This is what Wu Yiliu came up with: although he can't see players, players can detect each other; he just wants several players to monitor each other.

Of course, if there was one less broiler chicken, the monitoring and defense between them would be more stringent—but there was no way, he couldn't kill Abby.

"None of you want to be the one who loses in the end, right?" Wu Yiliu raised his voice slightly, and said, "However, there are always those who want to fight when they see an opportunity, thinking that they will definitely win, regardless Others, who are willing to throw the whole plan in vain..."

That "Abby" is obviously this kind of person.

"So I put all four brainwashing items on Cuining." Wu Yiliu said, "I'll give you some tips next. If someone wants to secretly brainwash chickens and occupy a target, you don't have to worry. "

When Wu Yiliu said this, his eyes swept away, and he happened to see a floating man's jaw in mid-air next to Cui Ning, as if the man was listening intently and leaned forward - he knew it well. It is a kind of warning and reminder for broilers in the dungeon. I have seen it several times before, but I am still not used to seeing it suddenly at this moment.

He pretended to turn a blind eye, looked back, and continued: "Because according to the brainwashing method of the dungeon, you can completely 'reverse brainwashing'-as long as you instill real information into us while whispering."

"So... so you asked how to brainwash just now, and that's why." Cuining, who was tightly wrapped, sat on the sofa and sighed in a low voice.

"Yes, let's regard us as a position that must be fought for." Wu Yiliu smiled and said, "You all know that there must be some of you who can't help but be eager to attack us and fight for yourself. A broiler. So you better pay attention anytime, anywhere to make sure we are not being brainwashed by someone."

"You two are safe." Cui Ning murmured.

Wu Yiliu is trying to create such a situation: if they are not brainwashed, then the players can go out smoothly; if they are brainwashed, then one player must lose.

The chin next to Cuining in mid-air suddenly moved up and down a few times, and it seemed to be talking—a few seconds after it disappeared, Cui Ning spoke: "Christo wants to ask you, we all leave The hut is gone, why are you still keeping an eye on your safety?"

"It's very simple," Wu Yiliu replied, "It's enough for the four of you to stay together all the time. Once you find that someone is missing, no matter how long it takes, you have to rush into the house to observe our situation and make sure we are not brainwashed."

That's right—that's what the players and chickens agreed to: After killing a chicken, several players exit the camping cabin and wait to teleport.To be on the safe side, the DVD will be played on the TV in a loop; Yaichi Liu and Abby can wear earplugs and not watch TV, but players who enter the cabin will inevitably have the risk of infection.

It seems that this plan has taken care of all aspects, and it is indeed very feasible-it seems that there is no room for any party to destroy the plan. It stands to reason that everyone should be able to go out smoothly.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't explain why there was a chill in his heart.

　Crazy, this chapter has been written for at least 6 hours, and I'm paralyzed... Fortunately, I don't have to do anything on the weekend...

　
(End of this chapter)